Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; he will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12612 | 2024-01-04 22:54:23 | 151.09 | 99.8% |
| 11613 | 2023-08-20 21:57:49 | 143.84 | 98% |
| 10373 | 2023-06-10 01:00:50 | 132.44 | 99% |
| 8717 | 2020-09-21 23:51:13 | 116.99 | 98% |